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- Swerve is far too nervous for this.
- It’s your first Christmas aboard the ship, and he is determined to confess his love for you. Like, he has spent every last second planning this for months.
- Now that it’s time though, he thinks he might purge his tanks.
- What if you don’t like his gift? Worse, what if you reject him? He knows you won’t be mean about it, but… he doesn’t want to spend his life without you. He really loves you, and nothing terrifies him more than his own feelings.
- Still, here is the moment. You’ve given him your gift.
- It was a crocheted blanket, so he’ll be comfy on movie nights. When did you have time to make this? Oh wow. He presses the material to his face. It’s so soft, and if he takes in some air, it smells like you. Of course it does… You’ve clearly spent ages making it.
- Swerve hugs you and he holds on for a few seconds too long. You laugh amiably, and make a joke about being Christmas crushed.
- Finally, he lets you go and bashfully presents you with his gift. It isn’t wrapped very well. It must have been difficult for him, since it’s relatively small. You can see where the tape has come up a few times, stripping the paper of some of its colour. All this just makes you smile more.
- You tear open the gift, and it’s a datapad, specially made to be human-sized. You flick on the screen and find that it’s filled with music, in a specially arranged playlist.
- Admittedly, Swerve doesn’t know a whole lot about Earth music. He’s more into TV and movies, but he knows how much you love music, so he really tried with this.
- Moreover, the first word of each song creates a message, and it is a long message. It’s a confession. You might have missed it, had the first word of each song not been highlighted.
- You take a while to read what’s written. Meanwhile, Swerve is stuck in limbo, feeling entirely sick. Part of him wants to snatch the datapad back and laugh it off like it was all a mistake or a stupid joke. Instead, he waits, trying to stop his servos from shaking by resting them on his thighs.
- When you’ve finished reading his confession, you let your thumb glide over the first song, hitting play.
- You smile, get to your feet, and approach Swerve.
- “I love it,” You say quietly.
- Then, you kiss him.
- At first, Swerve is completely taken aback. Then, his hands find their way around your back and he’s holding you close, your first kiss to Nat King Cole’s ‘The Very Thought of You.’